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letra de ​woozy - lil altoid

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[intro]
ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
it’s ya boy lil altoid (pasta), a.k.a ybn tic-tac, uh

[chorus]
i’m the attack of the rap game, no liberio
posh b-tch chill, never crept, say, “cheerio!”
i been on to k!ll this sh-t, i’m on serial
n-ggas finna feel the sh-ts, ain’t no cereal
these boys eat the milk, they spoiled
n-ggas straight chickens, they broiled
homie had a plan, he foiled
no recoil, shots pop back-to-back, it’s all straps, now his tracksuit soiled
he got ’em screaming and screaming, no bmo
[?]
“ooh, he gon’ k!ll ’em,” he crying, no terio
we got his goods, finna cop the materials, ayy
running ’round town with a back crowd in the background, make a good kid crazy, uh
in a mad city with a pretty kitty, make a itty-bitty n-gga stay lazy, uh

[verse]
i just put twenty-four mill’ on a opp head, call him lil uzi
shoutout to biz, i ain’t f-cking with scoozies
[?] water on my wrist and jacuzzi
off the molly, rocking, making me woozy
oh sh-t, might pass out, need focus
feel like jid, say, “woah, sh-t”
n-ggas stay on ho sh-t
but i know n-ggas that can’t even see me, they wanna be me, rocking the beanie
brodie my kitty, he really my preemie
rubbing off on these n-ggas like a genie, wait (hahaha, when i say rubbing off on these n-ggas, y’all know what i meant, right?)
my only protection is rocking a bullet vest
feel like lil boat, i got b-tches in budapest
i rush the block and my shooters like klay in the third, drop a bomb on your head, they gon’ do the rest
i keep that thing to the right of the j
if it ain’t hit you yet, know that i’m toting a k
boy better pray, turn ’em to alphabet soup, better do what i say
i got a new magazine every time that you see me
your crew don’t want static like they a new tv
everybody who died to me, knocked with a beamie
you know altoid ripping when you see the [?]
stick with the fire like captain obi
stay with the stick and the mask like i’m tobi
obito, where did your homie go?
alcoholics, synonymous [?]
[chorus]
i’m the attack of the rap game, no liberio
posh b-tch chill, never crept, say, “cheerio!”
i been on to k!ll this sh-t, i’m on serial
n-ggas finna feel the sh-ts, ain’t no cereal
these boys eat the milk, they spoiled
n-ggas straight chickens, they broiled
homie had a plan, he foiled
no recoil, shots pop back-to-back, it’s all straps, now his tracksuit soiled
he got ’em screaming and screaming, no bmo
[?]
“ooh, he gon’ k!ll ’em,” he crying, no terio
we got his goods, finna cop the materials, ayy
running ’round town with a back crowd in the background, make a good kid crazy, uh
in a mad city with a pretty kitty, make a itty-bitty n-gga stay lazy, uh

- lil altoid

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